It’s called “the silent killer.” How I discovered my high blood pressure— and how I got it under control
“Your blood pressure is a little high today — maybe you were rushing in here?”
Rushing in here? I’d just endured a tedious hour-long wait for my annual appointment. “Nope, not really,” was the best I could offer aloud.
“It’s 140/90,” she explained. “Elevated, but not too bad. Maybe you’re just a little nervous to be here.”
As she left the room with empty assurances of the doctor’s imminent entrance, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of déjà vu. How many times had I heard similar benign reflections on my blood pressure numbers over the past few years at checkup appointments? How many “No big deal, just keep it in the back of your minds” should I accept before moving it to the front of my mind?
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